I like sitting by my room desk in the evenings (or rather, at night, since the sun sets at 8.30-almost 9pm these days.), catching glimpses of the progress of the sunset playing out in the sky-canvas before me. It's really beautiful, this piece of Nature's daily artwork, with the different colours blending together in various ways to create similarly pretty, but not boringly-repetitive scenes each evening. On certain days when the air transport is particularly busy, the skies will be filled with those whitish criss-crossed trails left behind by each passing plane heading in myriad directions. Used to be quite transfixed by those planes, for they serve as a constant source of reminder about how very close to homecoming we are getting with each passing day.